


Mine

by DaisyKwan



Category: A.C.E (Beat Interactive Band)
Genre: Angst, Arranged Marriage, Break Up, M/M, Singer Donghun, im sorry, producer Junhee
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-07-11
Updated: 2019-07-11
Packaged: 2020-06-26 09:12:01
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,742
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19765090
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/DaisyKwan/pseuds/DaisyKwan
Summary: Donghun is someone who wants to be a famous singer, Junhee is just a producer looking for someone with talent who happened to enter the right coffee shop at the right time.





	Mine

**Author's Note:**

> the first bit was betaed by @blackbluewoo back in january thx quinn i appreciate that. the last bit was written from 1-4:30 am today hehe. idk why this took so long but it did
> 
> i hope you enjoy !  
> most part unedited!

The café was slow. it was a little uncommon for it to be slow, but since it was raining it made sense. It was a heavy downpour; the rainwater ran down the streets and flooded alleyways.

Donghun sat on the stool in the middle of the stage, his guitar resting on his lap. He was waiting for everything to be set up so he could start his gig.

“Donghun, everything good?” The manager of the café asked, from the side of the stage.

Donghun looked at her and smiled.

“Yeah, everything’s good,” he said with a smile, turning back towards the mic.

He looked at the small audience, chatting with their friends or on their phones, scrolling. Donghun took a deep breath to calm his nerves before speaking.

“Hello, everyone! I’m Lee Donghun. I’ll be singing a few songs today I hope you enjoy them.” He said

Donghun started to play his guitar, immediately grabbing some attention from the audience. However, once he started singing, everyone was drawn in at the sound of his smooth vocals, it sounded beautiful with the heavy rain hitting the roof and windows. It was oddly calming.

—

On his last song, a man entered, with short black hair and cat-like features 

Donghun’s eyes were focused on the man as he sang the last verse. His hair was wet, spiking down covering his eyebrows. He was enchanting when he pushed his hair out of his face and slightly stuck his tongue out to wet his lips. He couldn’t help but stare.

The man glanced over to Donghun, breaking into a smile when he caught him staring. Donghun instantly averted his eyes, a blush creeping up on his face. He strung the last chords, heart in his throat, ears ringing with the audience’s applause

“Thank you, everyone,” he said, smiling.

Donghun rose off his stool and exited the stage. He unplugged his guitar, leaning it against the wall as he opened his case with his free hand.

“Hey, you have a great voice,” A voice came from behind him. Donghun looked up to see the man from earlier.

“Do you write songs?” he asked.

“Uh,” Donghun chuckled nervously. “Thanks. Yeah, I write. Why? Just so you know, I don’t do personal songs.”

“No, no,” The man protested. “I was wondering because maybe we could work together? I really liked your voice, and I have a studio, I compose and produce.”

Donghun stopped packing, thinking. He looked up at him, wondering if he was being serious.

“Is there a catch?”

“Just your number and your time,” The man said, shrugging, a small smile on his face.

Donghun laughed as he stood, holding out his hand.

“My name’s Donghun,” the man took his hand.

“Junhee.”

“Nice to meet you Junhee.”

Donghun let go of Junhee’s hand to pull out his phone. He handed it over, glancing Junhee over once more.

“Put your number in.”

Junhee took the phone, pressing in his number and handing it back to Donghun once he was done.

“I texted myself. So now I have your number,” Junhee said, Donghun nodding in affirmation. “I’ll text you the next time I’m in the studio.”

“Sounds good,” it became silent after that. They both stood their awkwardly, Donghun was the first to speak up. “I- have to go now. So, thank you and, uh, have a good night,” Donghun said, picking up his guitar, only waving goodbye as he left the café.

—

Donghun entered his apartment, placing his guitar in the closet by the front door. He walked to the living room, a small bounce in his step. His roommate watched him from the kitchen.

“What’s got you so happy?”

Donghun rested his head on the back of the couch.

“A guy at the café who owns a studio and is a producer and composer saw me sing and asked me if I would work with him. Maybe... this is my chance, Byeongkwan. Maybe with him, I can, I can release my songs- and, maybe I can be fucking famous, or something. This is my chance, it’s what I’ve always wanted, Byeongkwan, you know that.”

“What was his name?” Byeongkwan asked, taking a seat next to Donghun on the couch.

“Junhee.”

“Was he cute?”

“A little.”

“Just a little?”

“Maybe a little bit more than just a little,” Byeongkwan laughed, shaking his head. He grabbed the pillow behind him and hit Donghun with it.

“Are you sure you made the right decision?”

“I think so?”

“You don’t sound so sure. I’ll ask again, are you sure you made the right decision?”

Donghun didn’t say anything, briefly. Then he smirked.

“I’m sure.”

“Just sleep on this, okay? I don’t want you to get your hopes up so just sleep on all of this, and... if you still feel this way in the morning, then you made the right decision,” Byeongkwan pursed his lips together, in thought, only for a split second before patting Donghun’s leg reassuringly.

He got up from his position on the sofa and went to his room.

Donghun stayed on the couch for a few more minutes, thinking about Junhee and the studio and making music. He thought about the two of them making it big, being on talk shows and variety shows, he thought about being on music shows and winning awards. How if he won awards, he would be able to go see Junhee and thank him then maybe go out for dinner. He smiled.

Donghun got up off the couch and made his way to his room. Only to lay thinking about making music with Junhee once again.

—

He woke to his phone ringing in his ear.

“Hello?” he asked, still sleepy.

“Good morning, where do you live? We’re going to the studio today, hope you’re ready for a long day!” Junhee said, voice light.

Donghun shot up in his bed, getting out and changing. He threw his phone on his bed, hitting speakerphone.

“Hello? Donghun?”

“I’m here, sorry. I was still half asleep.”

Junhee just giggles, squeaky, and Donghun finds himself relaxing.

“Well, be ready in about twenty minutes. Now, how about your address?”

“Uh, it’s the little apartment building on 60th Ave, across from the Starbucks on the North-side of town. You know what, I’ll- be at Starbucks,” Donghun said putting his phone on speaker and tossing it on his bed. He shuffles quickly into his jeans and tucks his shirt into them.

“Okay! I’ll be there soon.” Junhee hung up before Donghun could squeeze a word in.

Donghun swiftly walked to the bathroom to clean up. Turning on the tap water, he took his facewash out from behind the mirror while waiting for it to heat up. Once the water was the right temperature, he splashed his face and pumped some soap onto his hands, rubbing them together to create a thick foam which he rubbed all over his face. He rubbed his face in circular motions, making sure to cover every part of his face before splashing more water on his face, making it all come off his face. He grabbed the white hand towel that was hanging on the wall beside the sink, patting his face dry then applying some moisturizer. He grabbed his toothbrush, squeezing toothpaste onto it.

Byeongkwan came into the bathroom as Donghun was brushing his teeth.

“What are you doing up? It’s five. Plus, you don’t have class today,” Byeongkwan asked, rubbing at his eyes.

“Junhee called, he said we’re going to the studio,” he replied, his mouth full of toothpaste.

“You’re really doing this?” Byeongkwan asked as Donghun spit out the toothpaste and cleaned the sink and his toothbrush.

“Yes, I want to. I want to so badly, Byeongkwan. If I don’t, I feel like I’ll die,” Donghun gripped his own shirt. Byeongkwan smiled, resigned.

“Okay, well… have fun today. I’ll see you later. Can you get out, now? I have to pee,” Donghun nodded and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Donghun sat waiting in the Starbucks, two iced Americanos sweating onto the table in front of him. He sighed and looked around for Junhee. Nothing, yet. He waited a few more minutes before pulling out his phone to text him.

“Hey, Donghun, sorry I’m so late. The traffic was bad this morning.”

“Oh, it’s okay.”

“What’s this?” Junhee asked, gesturing to the coffee.

“Ah, I uh, bought you a coffee,” Donghun said, embarrassed.

Junhee smiled and grabbed it.

“Thank you.”

—

The seasons changed; months passed. Every day the two went to the studio, made music, laughed and cried together while getting to know each other.

Donghun was the first to confess his feelings. In response to his confession, Junhee just sat there, his lip between his teeth, nodding his head slightly.

Donghun was so embarrassed he stood up and left.

He ignored Junhee’s calls and texts, ignored the knocks on his apartment door, ignored the feeling of longing for Junhee’s touches, ignored the empty feeling.

Byeongkwan finally confronted him weeks later, telling him to stop sulking alone in his room and talk to Junhee. Donghun declined, telling him he didn’t want to embarrass himself more and stayed in his room.

Byeongkwan let Junhee in, the next time he came, and showed him to Donghun’s room.

Donghun had his back towards the door when Junhee entered. He sat on his bed, his knees to his chest. He was humming to himself whilst tracing patterns onto his knees.

Junhee sat down beside him, awkwardly.

“I like you too,” was all he said.

Donghun simply looked at Junhee beside him.

“Don’t pity like me.”

“I don’t,” Junhee paused, “I like you. I have feelings for you,” Donghun brought his knees down, laying on his bed. Junhee laid down next to Donghun, cautiously wrapping his arms around him.

Donghun shook off Junhee’s arms, but Junhee gently wrapped them back around him.

“Donghun, don’t act like a kid.”

“I’m going to bed.”

“I’ll sleep too,” Donghun turned around in Junhee’s arms.

“Not in my bed you’re not,”

“Okay,” Junhee nodded, unwrapping his arms.

Donghun watched him walk out of his room, regretting what he had just said.

“Wait,” he called.

Junhee turned around. Donghun patted the spot he was just in. Junhee shuffled over to the bed and let himself lay back down. Donghun put his head on his chest.

“I’m sorry, for ignoring you for recently,” Donghun whispered. Junhee put his arm around Donghun.

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. It was- immature.”

“Donghun, I get it. I would’ve done the same thing if I were you.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“I guess we’re both immature.”

“I guess we are,” Donghun said softly, with a smile.

The two laid there, and Donghun felt welcomed by Junhee. Something about him made Donghun feel warm whenever he was near. For Donghun, Junhee feels like home. He feels like Junhee is someone he can go to when he needs to relax or even just have a good cry. Junhee is welcoming and unjudging.

—

They said I love you for the first time when Donghun was crying in Junhee’s lap over his bad day at work. Junhee kissed his head softly and whispered that he loved him. Donghun sniffled and looked up at Junhee, his hair was messily covering his face, his eyes were tired but loving, a small smile spread across his lips before telling him he loved him too.

That was the same night Junhee asked Donghun to move in with him into his studio apartment. Donghun smiled softly, and as he wiped away the tears he nodded.

Nobody formally asked, “Will you be my boyfriend?” They just started telling people they were together, kissing, and sleeping in the same bed.

It became a routine, coming back from Junhee’s studio at dawn, sleeping in until noon, Donghun watching Junhee in the kitchen in just his t-shirt and underwear; his hair sticking in every direction. Going to the café two blocks from the apartment, going to the studio, ordering take out and then repeat. Sometimes, they would go home early and Donghun would make them something to eat. They would take a shower after and then relax in bed.

Those are the days they decide to skip going to the studio and stay home. When they stay home, they watch TV while eating fruit.

Junhee likes when Donghun eats raspberries. The juice stains his lips making them light pink. When Donghun eats them and then kisses Junhee, the kiss is a burst of sweet, fruity taste and Junhee can’t get enough of it.

—

Today was one of the nights they decided to skip the studio.

Donghun was in the kitchen making some fettuccini for the two of them. He kept a close eye on the water and oil filled pot, waiting for it to boil. Junhee sat on the small island counter—swinging his legs back and forth.

“What movie should we watch tonight?” Junhee asked, tilting his head. Donghun hummed.

“I don’t care. You choose.”

“Uh, I can rent A Simple Favor. Would that work?”

“Have you seen it?” Donghun asked as he cracked the noodles in half, putting them into the pot.

Junhee shook his head—even though he knew Donghun couldn’t see him.

“No, not yet. I’ve heard it’s good. My sister saw it when it first came out and it’s all she talked about for weeks,” Junhee chuckled. Donghun smiled while stirring the pasta.

“Let’s watch it then.”.

They stayed in the kitchen in silence, Junhee was on his phone re-reading some lyrics and fixing them whilst Donghun was finishing up cooking.

“Hey, Junhee, can you pass me some plates? The food’s ready.” Donghun asked.

He stirred the pasta once more as he heard Junhee’s bare feet hit the wooden floor and waddle over to the cupboard.

“Here,” the plates clattered on the counter as he set them down.

“Thanks,” Donghun said, sparing a smile.

He dished up the plates and handed one to Junhee. They went over to the couch, sat down and Junhee put the movie on. They watched it as they ate.

Donghun finished first and took both their plates to the kitchen once Junhee had finished as well. He turned on the tap, ready to wash them when Junhee called at him.

“Babe, come back! I’ll do those after the movie. For now, just sit with me and relax!”

Donghun sighed, shaking away the water on his hands before he turned off the tap and wiped himself dry on the dish towel.

He made his way back to the couch, where Junhee immediately attached himself to Donghun’s middle. Donghun laughed lightly, running his hands through Junhee’s hair, twirling his fingers in the long dark strands. Junhee nuzzled his head into Donghun’s hand.

“You’re like a cat in human form,” Donghun tittered.

“I am not,” Junhee defended.

“Yes, you are. You’re exactly like a cat.”

“No—”

“Shh, watch the movie, kitten.”

Donghun heard Junhee scoff and mumble something along the lines of “Shut up,” but he only smiled.

He wanted to be with Junhee for the rest of his life.

He was scared. He felt like, one day, he would wake up and all of this would be ripped away from him. All his music, the apartment, Junhee, his unexplainable happiness, everything. That’s why he cherished every moment, kept every second of their time together close to his heart.

He always told Junhee he was so thankful they met while he was doing a gig, he told him he was thankful for everything Junhee had done for him. He tried his best to show it too.

—

“Blake Lively is hot,” Junhee commented as one of her scenes played. Donghun nodded.

“Who’s hotter? Me or Blake?” Junhee asked, looking up at Donghun.

“You, of course.”

“Hmm, good answer.”

Junhee smiled cheekily, and Donghun leaned down to place a soft peck on his nose.

“You’re so cute,” Donghun awed, watching Junhee’s cheeks light up.

“I’m hungry,” Junhee whined, getting off Donghun suddenly, sitting up and pausing the movie.

“You just ate a bunch of pasta. How can you still be hungry?” Donghun asked, watching Junhee leave to the kitchen and return with Donghun’s favourite fruits; raspberries.

“Let me guess. You want me to eat too?”

“Yep, that’s right. And so, what if I’m hungry?” Junhee said as he placed a raspberry into his mouth.

“Why do you always make me eat these with you?” Donghun asked, raising an eyebrow. Junhee shrugged, playing the movie again.

“I don’t like eating alone,” he replied.

He would never let Donghun know how much he loved the taste of raspberries while kissing him, how intoxicating it was to him. It was his little secret.

“Anyway, come cuddle me. Let me feed you.”

Donghun scoffed, wrapping his arms around Junhee anyway.

Throughout the movie, Junhee fed him raspberries and stole short, sweet kisses in between.

Junhee pouted, “We’re out of raspberries,” he looked up at Donghun. Donghun looked at him.

“Well, what do you want me to do about it?” He asked.

“I don’t know. For some reason I was expecting you to be like ‘oh don’t worry, baby, I’ll go down to the store and buy some more’.”

“Are you hinting you want me to buy some more?” Donghun asked, amused.

“Well, only if you want—”

“I don’t want to,” Junhee sighed.

“Then I guess we’re out of raspberries until we go grocery shopping,” he pouted, laying his head down on Donghun’s lap.

Donghun’s hands found their way in Junhee’s hair, tangling themselves in the locks. The two of them stayed like that for a while, Junhee getting drowsy. Donghun looked at Junhee, whose eyes were closing.

“Don’t fall asleep,” he said, stern but gentle. Junhee shook his head softly.

“I’m not, I’m just resting my eyes,” he replied, eyes drifting shut.

“Junhee, I’m serious. If you sleep now, you’ll be up all night,” he murmured and waited for a response. He got one, but not the one he wanted: what he got was soft, quiet snores. He sighed, carding his fingers through Junhee’s hair. He watched quietly, Junhee’s face scrunching up every few seconds.

“You’re so pretty,” Donghun whispered, removing his hand from Junhee’s hair to caress his face.

“I’m so sorry,” Donghun whispered once more, tears welling up in his eyes as he did so.

“I’m sorry I can’t do well in the studio. I’m trying, I really am. I know you’re trying too; I know you’re stressed about the songs. I just want things to go smoothly but it’s hard. I know you never said it was going to be easy.” Donghun mumbled. He kissed the tip of Junhee’s nose. A teardrop fell onto Junhee’s lip, and Donghun wiped it away gently. He sniffled, dipping his head back into the couch, laughing quietly at himself and how stupid he felt.

He remembered when they first started doing music together, he felt like he had everything under control and the whole world was in his hands. Now he feels like nothing will work out. Like he can’t do anything right, he’s frustrated, he knows Junhee is too. He knows they can do well but nothing is going in their favour right now.

—

A week past by, things were getting heated for them. It was tense, Donghun was tired of everything, he didn’t want to do this every day. He wanted a break, he told Junhee that and Junhee strongly disagreed. they sat on the couch in uncomfortable silence eating last nights leftovers for breakfast but were out of the house by six. Donghun’s eyes burned when he blinked, he was tired. He didn’t know if he would be able to stay awake in the studio.

Junhee unlocked the door to the studio, letting Donghun go in before him. They haven’t said a word to each other yet. Anyone could tell something was off between the two. Donghun walked into the booth as Junhee sat down in the chair, the board right in front of him. He pressed the red button and for the first time that morning he spoke to Donghun. “Go in three, two, one” he took his finger off the button and played the music and Donghun started to sing. He poured his heart out as he sang the lyrics, he wrote about Junhee.

“It sounded good, but it could sound better,” Junhee said when the song ended. He sounded bored. Donghun nodded and waited for the song to restart. Donghun put everything he had into it this time, so much so he teared up at the end. He missed who they were a week ago, it is crazy just how fast things change. Last week they were in love, they were happy, this week; they fight. All they do is fight, their house used to be peaceful and full of love but now it’s full of yelling and broken mirrors. He’s not sure what happened. “That was better, much better. I think we’ll use this one for the demo. We can finalize it later. Okay?” Junhee said as he pressed the red button with a smile. Donghun smiled back and came out of the booth.

“Junhee,” he took a deep breath, “We need to talk,” Junhee nodded and sat in his chair across from Donghun on the couch.

“We do indeed.”

“What happened to us? Last week we were so— “

“Happy. I know. This week has been awful, our place is a mess, broken mirrors and glass are everywhere.”

“Why? What happened?”

“I don’t know, Donghun but I don’t like it and I don’t think you like it either.”

“Let’s—”

“Let’s break up,” Junhee interrupted, his hands folded in his lap.

“W-what?”

“Let’s break up,” Junhee said again, this time his voice cracking.

“Junhee, you don’t mean that… We can get through this, you know. It’s just a slump in our relationship we’ll be okay—”

“No, Donghun. I mean it. You don’t know if we can get through it, you don’t know if it’s just a slump.”

“Well, you don’t know either,” Donghun argued, Junhee stayed quiet.

“Donghun… my parents,” Junhee paused, feelings tears well in his eyes.

“Your parents?”

“I have an arranged marriage,” Junhee choked out, Donghun felt his whole body go limp.

“Oh…”

“With a girl. They said awful things to me Donghun, they said awful things about you, about us. I have no choice, Donghun. I’m so sorry, I love you, I only love you, but I can’t be with you anymore. I’m so sorry,” Junhee cried, Donghun’s mind went blank. He wanted to be with Junhee forever, he wanted to be there for Junhee forever. Donghun stood up and went to Junhee, hugging him—being there for him one last time. He stroked Junhee’s hair as he cried into Donghun’s shirt, making tight little balls at the hem of his shirt.

“We can still be friends though, right?” Donghun asked. Junhee shook his head.

“I’m not allowed to have anything to do with you anymore,” Junhee sobbed some more. Donghun nodded sadly.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I wanted to be with you for as long as I could.”

“What if we do what we wanted to do if this music thing doesn’t work out for us? Run away together.”

“My parents are dangerous people, Donghun. We can’t. I want to be with you, I do—so badly but I can’t,” this was it, the end of them. Donghun wanted to cry but he wanted to comfort Junhee with no tears more.

_—Five Years Later_

Donghun was meeting up with Byeongkwan today at a bakery, it was getting close to his four-year wedding anniversary with Sehyoon and Byeongkwan didn’t know what to do for him this year. Donghun didn’t know what he could do for him either, but they figured they could brainstorm.

“Hey, Kwan,” Donghun said, taking off his coat and putting it on his chair.

“Hey, how did that date go last night?”

“It was fine. But if I’m being honest, no one has even come close to how Junhee made me feel. I know, it’s been five years, but I miss him so much. It was so unfair for us,” Byeongkwan reached his hand out and placed it on Donghun’s.

“I know, it was really unfair, but he’s married now— "

“Speak of the Devil,” Donghun said seeing his ex walk in with a beautiful woman and three children. The kids looked identical to Junhee; they didn’t resemble the woman at all.

”Papa, why is that man staring at you?” Donghun overhead one of the kids say, he quickly averted his eyes back to Byeongkwan.

“No one’s staring at me, lovely,” he heard Junhee tell the kid. Donghun got up from his seat and went to the men’s bathroom. He sat on the floor, his head in his hands. He wanted to talk to him, to kiss him, he wanted to be his again; but he couldn’t. He could never be his again and he could never kiss him again. Donghun get out a noise of frustration and sadness. That’s all he wanted, he just wanted to be with him. “Donghun? Is it really you?” Donghun’s head shot up, he didn’t even hear him come in. He stood up quickly, banging his head on the hand drier, his hands flew up to the top of his head rubbing the spot as he whined. Junhee chuckled.

“Still clumsy, I see,” Donghun nodded, he looked at Junhee, still rubbing his head.

“I miss you,” he said, Junhee’s smile flattened.

“Me too. I miss you,” it was quiet for a moment. “I still love you.”

“I still love you too.”

“Are you with anyone?”

“No, I haven’t dated since you. I’ve been on dates, but no one makes me feel the same way you make me feel,” Junhee stepped closer.

“How do I make you feel?”

“It doesn’t matter now; you’re married with three kids.”

“It does matter.”

“Fine. You make my knees weak, I feel like everything is okay when I’m with you like maybe things will end up fine for the both of us and we can be together once more. You give me hope, you give me this euphoric feeling, kind of like a high that I can’t get from anybody else. You make my heart feel full, Junhee. You make me feel love. I love you.”

“You make me feel the same way, Donghun,” Junhee now stood just inches away from him.

“It doesn’t matter now, you have a family, a wife, Junhee. You also have three adorable kids who look just like you,” Donghun gave him a sad smile. “I love you, but we can’t be together.”

“Donghun, please.”

“Please what?”

“Just kiss me one last time.”

“I kissed you one last time five years ago…”

“Please, Donghun,” Junhee was tearing up.

“I can’t, you have a wife. That’s cheating.”

“I don’t care, I don’t love her.”

“It doesn’t matter, she loves you,” Donghun was tearing up now. He wanted to kiss him, but he knew it was wrong.

“No, she doesn’t. She’s cheating on me.”

“Why don’t you divorce her then?”

“She won’t sign the papers, Donghun. I’ve been trying for years.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Donghun, just one kiss, just a peck. Please, I miss your lips.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t do it. I want to, just as much as you do—believe me, but I can’t Junhee. Just, call me or something when you’re divorced. My number is still the same, you still have it memorized, right?” Junhee nodded. Donghun went over to him, He hugged Junhee for probably the last time for a while. It was tempting to kiss his forehead or the top of his head, but he didn’t. He could tell Junhee was waiting for one of them, he was still accustomed to their old ways, _cute_ Donghun thought before walking out of the bathroom.

He sat back down with Byeongkwan. Byeongkwan gave him a look. “I’m fine, Byeongkwan. I didn’t do anything either. He wanted me to kiss him one last time, but I didn’t. I wanted to so badly, but I didn’t.”

“It’s okay, Donghun. Everything will work out for you two. I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Donghun frowned.

“I promise. If you guys really are meant to be things will work out. I mean it, Donghun. You two will be fine.”

**Author's Note:**

> i hope you enjoyed !! if you did please leave a comment/kudos, they mean a lot to me 💞💞  
> twt: @/daisy_kwan


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